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(finger over the lens action going on there...)
(jon, if you're reading this. this is the postcard i actually wanted to send to you but for some erason didn't... i'm posting it instead of the actual one you got because i stupidly sent a very similar one to someone else).
"oli & liam arrive in hong kong on saturday. i am very excited. i love hong kong in a way that i cannot begin to articulate. i never make enough of this city when i'm here, because it's also 'home' (one of multiple, on which i shall expound later -- it's not always as glamourous as it sounds). on the bus back home today, there was an old man and a little girl who got on together (presumably grandfather and granddaughter). she was a boisterous little thing and asked all sorts of silly questions. he replied in this typical hong kong old man way, wearing the typical old man outfit -- which i realised kind of harks back to schoolboy uniform. grey brown shorts. socks pulled up. loafer-type shoes. short sleeved shirt. of course, he had the addition of a walking stick and a hell of a lot more life experience. there is something about certain personalities which so represent aspects of the character of the people of hong kong which i really like. once again, this is something i don't really know how to articulate. perhaps because it's so up-close that i can barely see. i also love travelling in hong kong. this may sound ridiculous given how tiny it is, but htere is always something to see. i realised today, after sitting on the right side of the bus (to make a change), that i always sit on the left side because then i can spy on people on the pavements (what is it about being in a car or a bus that makes one think the people outside can't see? it's not true! and startling, one when is reminded)." - 23.08.08
